GAIA'S POWERS

  Gaia’s Powers
  WIND
 Imagine turbulence with no vertigo, Whipping around trees buildings Slapping and caressing human faces Like sculptures in museum gardens Tornado tangoing   Vacuum-still on hot afternoons Midnight racing east to west north to south Galactic-patterned hurricane spirals (Big necessary stirrings, moppings, leaf-blowings, prunings, sand blastings) Solar storms bent by ionosphere - magnetosphere Blanketing deserts farms Oceans cities deep jungles icy peaks and up To thin thin uninterrupted silent peace. A fair goddess - Wind. She does what She likes. Ride-with or step aside and ponder the Causal Plane. You are never alone For the Kingdom of Heaven is within you. Yeshua
  SUN
 A god to revisit:  irresistible Constant, generous, unsurpassed As bluest sky Nonnegotiable as atomic holocaust.
 Imagine nuclear skin! Source of life, cosmic conductor with perfect timing, Guide with perfect direction through Milky Way. Source of green Orange Violet hope. Impartial Provider, Forget not this enchanted planet   Held securely in your fiery comet tail, The envy of all bombs.
 Where are we going? Long pass to the heart of the home galaxy: Wormhole exit from black hole/return to creation-very-good?
 
 
 
 (Shiva firmly focuses our monkey minds so We can contemplate without strain the infinite blueprint, Choreograph our own celestial ballet To music of spheres And gravitational waves of applause. Wise chanting beings Tell of life beyond the transient material Bed of our childhood fantasies and fears.) Let there be light…Lift your face to Sun. Give thanks for creation. Elohim
  SOIL
 Tread gently on me, My billion-century-old, exquisitely expressive face, Or perish.
 Leave my prehistoric black blood deep in my living veins Or surely die.
 Your sickened young show Combustion erodes me, disintegrates vitality.    We starve together. Already we hunger for minerals and microbes…
 Not one grandchild spared Whose forebears proved unfit, empty Of foresight or conscience. All buried in me by me, where they can do No further harm.
 I present both life and transcendence - A molecular alchemical dance intricately Performed by invisible bacterial magicians: Perfumed by worms and dung and time, Diamond essences forged in my pressurized gut, and gold.
 I, Soil, feel you.  Allow you.  Hold you without attachment or aversion. Am I not worthy of devotion? Only care for me and I will feed you and trees until the end.
 
 
 
  WATER  
  Sacred elephants who hold up the sky  raise their trunks and consecrate Shree Devi  and her earthly realm  with life-sustaining water.
 Rivers of light liquefy into glowing seas (Solar rays cooled to density In perfect uninterrupted nourishing millennial Cycles)
 Moments Brought to us by water: A bath in sunlit Steam on a winter morning Sagebrush smoke rises Snow-melt drips Dogs sit beside us (and they are all-love) Conifer taps at the window Raven surveys the town from his lamppost Through sparkling air Can he hear Respighi? Does he know it is not by chance? (Spring is on her way.) (Fairies, prepare your wands.)
 Meanwhile   A far away mermaid drops her head. Her coral castle fades into gray; Sonar blasts puncture her serenity Deafen and murder her sea-mammal sisters Their sudden shocked alarm Impacts like the saddest butterfly flap around the world, Assaults our own sentient bodies hooked on bread and circuses.
 Killers smack greed-poisoned lips   Exhale their radioactive stench and set fire to billions of years’ Miraculous unfolding, regal giants and voracious microcosms Ended in two careless human generations.
 You need not worship me But I, your goddess of liquid light, Hold life in balance. You have come this far on the backs of water thieves. Irreverent, spoiled children have Tipped your terrarium upside-down. They will crawl under dry rocks like spiders Seeking drops of dew As they die digging For my vast hidden cisterns.
 There will be majestic sunsets in summer paradise There will be sunrises over mirror crystal lakes Ringed by silvery, clapping cottonwoods. There will be rainbows for birds and demoted humans to celebrate. Whales, the new stewards, Will patrol their deep In penniless, soft grace.
 (Blessings of Lakshmi’s abundance And kindness, Her arms outstretched as she pours beauty On the humble and the wise, beauty For the asking -
 Respect Her while time is.)
 June 2019
 
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